"That was trash," Chancelor speaks with a groggy sigh, standing over a toilet—a steady stream of 'relief' like a waterfall drizzling down to the bowl full of water. Once finished, he shakes twice, holsters himself, and flushes the toilet. "What a fuckin' joke that was," He continues, hissing underneath his voice, casually strolling over to the sink to wash his 'sullied' palms. "That corny ass nightmare. Whatever the fuck that was better hope it don't drag me into that nonsense next time. Cause otherwise I'm knocking all that shit over..." The McQueen looks into the mirror over the sink, eyes of hazel focusing intently on his boyish visage—his usually stylized hair straight and draping down to the top of the shoulder blade. He thought about his final moments, recalling his body reacting on its own—reacting to take a killing blow for someone he held near-and-dear in his heart. Yes, he knew it was a dream from the very beginning, so he could have technically allowed Noelle to accept her given fate. Though, even knowing this—believing it in his heart-of-hearts, he still couldn't bring himself to allow any kind of harm to befall the girl. He chuckles, turning off the faucet, shakes his paws over the sink, and drys them off with a towel upon the counter. "Even in someone else's dreams I'd never let anything happen to them." Chancelor sucks his lip in mild annoyance, "I'm softer than three-ply tissue."

Suddenly, he hears knocks upon his bedchambers door—these knocks weak; riddled with uncertainty and worry. He listens for a little while longer only to recognize the voice behind the door. Hazel eyes open wide as he departs from the bathroom, walking past his bed which had another body in it, and his Pikachu completely passed out in a beanbag chair with a gaming controller and headset upon his yellow chubby person. Leaping over a few chords, he makes it to the door and opens it in the middle of one of Noelle's knocks—he slides out the room and closes the door behind him to speak to the Dragon Priestess. "Yo, what's the mat-... Hey, are you cryin', El? None of that now." He reaches forward slowly in an attempt to caress his dear friends cheek, an attempt to comfort her and reassure her none of what happened was real and he was safe, sound, and accounted for. "I'm here. Still breathin', still handsome, y'know? Shh. It'll be alright."

✝ tag(s) - Noelle Lane .
✝ notes - oh wow .

He was speechless—a victim to Noelle's words, embrace, warmth, and overwhelming emotions. Chancelor had unmatched pride, there was no mountain he couldn't climb, no beast he couldn't conquer, no shooting star he couldn't catch. But the one thing that always escaped him would be his own emotions—he just never truly learned to express himself outside of combat or any other strenuous activity. So, with Noelle spilling out her raw, unbridled emotions, he wanted to comfort the girl; he truly honestly did. He felt for her, felt her fear, anxiety, and despair—foreign emotions to the young McQueen, but his empathy allowed him to act despite being a victim to things he simply couldn't comprehend or grasp.

"There ain't nothin' in this world I wouldn't do for ya', El." He speaks, allowing the female to let it all out in his chest—allowing his dear friend to sully his beater with tears he truly didn't want to hear nor see. "I did what I did because a life without any of you dorks simply ain't worth livin' at this point. What I did for you, I'd do for Ricky, Bry, Ricky's Girlfriend, Morgan, hell, I'd even take a bullet for Adam's cool ass. I'd do it because I've done everything I wanted to in my life, I live for y'all, you all still got so much to accomplish and you gotta' see it through to the end." Chancelor hold's her tighter, chuckling at the conviction of his own words—realizing he himself cared more about this clan of dragons than he preciously thought. "The only thing hurtin' me right now is you cryin', El. I ain't gonna' tell ya' to stop, because we all need a little cleansing. But it's hella' unfitting for cute girls to cry, but I won't tell know one, y'know? So let it all out."

✝ tag(s) - Noelle Lane .
✝ notes - oh wow .

"Me? Sweet?" He chuckles, using a thumb to wipe away any straggling tears left cascading down rose-tinted cheeks. "You better watch out, I'll give ya' diabetes." The chuckling continued—whimsical laughter to show the Dragon Princess she had nothing to fear anymore. Well, that was until she asked to hang out in his room due to her inability to sleep after the nights 'nightmarish' events. His eyes drift off to the closed door behind him, realizing he was in quite the situation. "Shiiiid. Of course!" He booms with charisma and a big ole' grin, not allowing what little inner-worry he currently had surface and show. "I got this new video game I think you'll enjoy. I'll teach ya' how to play so Pikachu can have a new gaming buddy." He says turning away from Noelle to open the door, in those seconds where he wasn't looking at the Clanswomen, he frowned—he frowned hard as fuck... Chancelor finally got Noelle to come up to his room, and it was on her own accord which made this little victory all the more sweeter. Though, it would be the night he had 'company'. A wise man would have avoid this situation altogether, y'know—like instead of going to the room, he'd suggest a walk through the garden underneath the romantic glow of the moon; or some super-cheesy shit like that. But no, Chancelor McQueen always had to make things difficult, and today would be the day it all came back to bite him in the ass.


"Make yourself at home, El." He says, instantly taking off his now-snort and tear covered beater and throwing it into a hamper located in the bathroom. He continues to play it cool, hazel eyes noticing his bed was empty and window completely open—the disrobing of the shirt was to see if his little 'friend' happened to be in the bathroom, but she wasn't. He smiles, quickly realizing she must have left through the window like he told her too if there was ever any kind of knock on his door in the late hours of the night. "Yo, Chubby Chubbykins! Wake up, your girlfriend wanna' say wassup." Chancelor calls out to his snoring Pikachu in the beanbag chair tangled up in chords like an Arobk's death-coil. Suddenly, the long-eared rodent awakens with a jolt. He looks left, then right, then locks eyes with Noelle. Drowsy and dazed, it takes the little fella' a couple of seconds to realize who he was looking at, but once he does, he gets extremely excited. So excited, in fact: he rolls out the beanbag chair only to find himself further ensnared by the chords. "Look at you." The McQueen says with a shaking head, strolling over to the window to close it shut.

✝ tag(s) - Noelle Lane .
✝ notes - oh wow .